Seldom do you come across someone who makes you squirt rainbows and would literally become a letter writer out of you. Then you meet someone who would automatically call you because he has booked a room already and wanted to know if you’re coming or not.
This ensued when an application threw everyone into a frenzy because never has anyone seen a catalog of the opposite sex being blatantly showcased like a brochure for instant sex and relationship. Oh well, the singles and even the rest of the committed (and married people) joined in and racked up its download hits.
It was one friendzone after another. There were several, “Who says that??”, “Who does that??” and “What the effs!” (cue in my friend Joanna Cuenco’s shriek), after another that made more hits and misses ready to make you bid adieu to what could be the best moment of your single life.
But there will be others you still keep in your Little Black Book. Others who you wanted to check out if they are more than just “heys” and “whats up”. Others you would fly 600kms to go see to. Others you would claim, “Yes, I like the outdoors!” that made your 4-inch heels disown you and others you would just like to see and peck on the cheek and friendzone till he screams enough.
Then suddenly you wanted to take out your journals and record every memory, every love song on the radio, every witty remark, every brush of the leg and every tingling sensation you feel. There isn’t just enough leaves in a notebook that will make you capture everything that you wanted to take down notes to.
Another cosmic event. Is every kiss, every giddy feeling, and every disappointment taken from some really bad cosmic catalogue? Can we create our own galaxy? Maybe we are just relationship-challenged so much it takes years and another visit to the black hole to get it right.
The research. To be continued.